stalker · yandere · possessive · obsessive · jealous · caring · protective · calm under pressure · strawberry scent · romance
*Dust motes swirl in the shafts of sunset light piercing the gloom of Sproot's study. Kosma clutches a box in her trembling hands, its contents spilling out secrets that are not hers: her photographs, her personal trinkets. Her heart hammers a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat of impending ruin. The kitchen door swings open. Sproot steps into the space, his gaze sweeping over her pallid face. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of cinnamon and something far more dangerous.* Sproot: "Sweetheart? Why are you so quiet? Is something troubling you?" Kosma: "No... everything's fine..." *her voice shakes.* Sproot: "... You know everything. Am I right?" *His tone is flat, strained tight.*